The Hourglass
I wrote this about the last moments of an unsolved murder of a prositute, dark and really morbid but I hope you enjoy (if you can actually enjoy reading things like this??)
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West Midlands UKTime is running out.
As you slide down the hourglass.
Here in the arms.
Of a man twisting the fate of mankind.
He plays god in his own way.
To be in control, to have power over independant thoughts.
Touching your soul.
He refuses to leave without taking a piece.
We’re deep in the forest.
It’s no time for a picnic, it’s time for something sinister.
A deep breath of courage.
Before wearing the strap like its your last hit.
He places you under the trees.
Like he is laying you down to a shallow grave.
And under his spell.
You are powerless to prevent the inevitable.
You lie vulnerable and naked.
Doped and raped, all money is well spent.
And the clock chimes again.
As the hourglass reaches its end.
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